How is it, little one,
that you evoke such joy,
unaware that I stand idly by,
too preoccupied to care?
You flit about as if seconds
matter, and standing still
is blasphemy, and my lens
aches to capture you.
Stay with me, but a moment,
sing to me of wings and light,
let our hearts be one, two
souls in fleeting communion.
(The Daily Post prompt: evoke.
Image from personal collection.)
Lovely indeed. “My lens aches to capture you.” Loved that!
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Thank you – it’s true – they are quicker then me, lol
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haha I know that one!
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Lovely! Emily said, “Hope is a thing with feathers….”
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Oh, yes she did! I love her too!
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Subtle and gorgeous. I felt every word V.J 🙂
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Thank you, Diana. I always appreciate your feedback.
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My pleasure! Hope your day is a delight 🙂
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